A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (13 page)

“Don’t you mean poetry reading?”

“No. That’s for chumps. I do poetry renditions. They’re much better.”

As I looked into his eyes, I marveled at how alive he seemed. Some sort of fire burned in his pupils. When I stared into them sometimes, I saw the universe and it all made sense. A lot of that could be due to all the magic mushrooms I’d been taking since getting to Cleveland. For the first time in my life, I understood my mind a little bit.

“Ahh, I see. Yeah, I’ll come. Maybe we can take a trip after?”

“I’ll be tripping during, but you can come along if you want.”

“I want,” I said as sexily as I could manage.

Sometimes I had a hard time figuring out if he realized I was hitting on him or not. He was into women, but I couldn’t pin down whether or not he was into me. I wanted him inside me. My last two cocks had been huge. I hoped he was more of a normal size. As long as he could make me come, I would be happy and satisfied.

He smiled. “Great. Meet me at my apartment tonight around six and we’ll eat some ‘shrooms.”

“Will do. Did you want a coffee or something?”

“No, I just came to see you, silly.”

My heart melted a little as he winked and walked away. Xander was so different than all the other men I’d been with, I was sure he was the guy who would grow old with me. After he left, I was in a good mood all afternoon. No matter how many pseudo-hipsters wandered in asking for arcane drinks in a particular order, I just smiled and did their bidding.

When Charli, my replacement, arrived early, I convinced her to take over for me so I could rush home and get ready to go hook up with Xander and his magic mushrooms. The studio apartment I lived in was sparse, but I didn’t spend much time in it and the rent was cheap. It was a real find. Back at my place, I got dressed in a loose fitting sun dress.

Xander swore he didn’t like make-up on women, but I put on my face before I left to meet him. If I looked my best around other people, they usually treated me better. Cleveland instead of California would’ve never occurred to me a few months earlier. Now, it made perfect sense. After being drawn to the city on the rebound, I found my potential soul mate.

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Half an hour after I wolfed down a couple stems, the psychedelics kicked in. Unlike the other times I’d experimented with the drug, I was out in public. As I looked across the table at Xander, whose goatee was growing as I watched, I wondered how the hell he was going to get up and read poetry in the front of the dozens of people crowded into The Loop’s booths.

“Hey,” I said, my hands clasping my coffee mug.

“What?” he asked, a faraway look on his face.

“Huh?”

“You said hey.”

“Oh, yeah. How are you going to read poetry like this, dude?”

“Read poetry?” He cackled with laughter. “I’m going to be doing a poetry rendition.”

The emcee at the microphone on stage called Xander’s name. He jumped out of his seat and made his way through the crowd. As I watched him, I realized his uniqueness might be why I was so attracted to him. Would it last if we got together? Ooh. That was cool. My thoughts flew past my consciousness in quick succession, leaving me muddled and confused but calm.

It’s all going to work out, Nikki. You had to Flee to the Cleve for a bit. It happens to the best of us. Wait. Who is that? Am I thinking my thoughts or is someone else? I shook my head, trying to orientate myself. Up on stage, Xander whistled into the microphone then made random chirping sounds. After just a few seconds, the audience erupted into boos for his performance.

At the peak of the hate for him, he stopped making the random sounds and started spitting beautiful words that were all married to each other in some sort of open relationship with both vowels and consonants welcome. Silence fell over the room as he cooed us with his verbal gymnastics without any beat or music in the background. It was sweet. Tight. Brilliant.

When he finally finished, gasping for breath, the audience clapped and cheered him. He bowed then handed the mic to the emcee and headed back to our table. As he walked over, literally getting pats on the back for his poetry rendition, I realized why I was in Cleveland. I’d always had a connection to the arts. Well, the artists and the art. People fascinated me, especially the strange ones.

“People are strange,” Jim Morrison’s ghost sang in my mind as Xander sat down across from me. His face was glowing – literally. It was probably the ‘shrooms, but I could see an aura around him. We made eye contact. I reached across the table and took his hand in mine. As soon as our skin touched, electricity rushed through my body. My nipples tingled.

“That. Was. Amazing. Can we go back to your apartment? I’m kinda freaking out with all these people.”

He nodded, not saying a word. I hated to tear him away from his adoring fans, but I wanted to get him alone. My mind was tripping balls, and I wanted to see his naked body, to feel his skin touch mine. All over. We stood up at the same time. A few people watched as we left together. Even though his place was only a few blocks away, the walk back was a strange one.

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We made it to his second story apartment what seemed like ten hours later. When I checked the time on my phone, only about ten minutes had passed. I laughed, the whole idea of having a miniature communication device in my purse was just ludicrous. He glanced over at me. His eyes were intense. I was afraid they might burn me if I looked into them for too long.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Phones.”

“Right?”

I giggled again. “And the time. I thought for sure it took us at least two hours to get here.”

“Good ‘shrooms.” He shut his apartment door and turned to me. “What do you want to do?”

At first I was going to blurt out that we were going to fuck long and hard until the sun rose or the drugs wore off, but that was too crude. The mood in his place was mellow, and I wanted to keep it that way.

“How about some music and lounge on the couch?”

He nodded his head as if I’d just given him the answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything else. As I walked over and sat down, he went to his stereo and turned it on. Strange music I’d never heard before played, instantly taking me away to another place.

“Who is this?”

“Moby.”

“Never heard of him.”

“He sold out, but some of his stuff is okay.”

Xander sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Since I’d first met him in person, he hadn’t tried to make a move on me at all. While tripping on ‘shrooms probably wasn’t the best time to try, but I loved a challenge. I wasn’t ready to settle down for the rest of my life. A little sexual fun with a creative artist could be good for me.

“I like it.”

“The ‘shrooms definitely help the quality.”

I laughed. His ability to make me smile was another reason I enjoyed spending time with Xander. Growing up, I’d always picked on the artists and other weirdos I came across because I didn’t understand them at all. Now, I found myself attracted to one. I still wasn’t able to see the world from his viewpoint, but that was part of his magnetic draw for me.

“I loved your poetry rendition. I’ve never been to anything like that before.”

“I bet not. It took me forever to get it just right and time it so I didn’t run out of breath.”

“Did you grow up in Cleveland?” I asked, wanting to know more about him.

“No. I was born south of here, in Mansfield.”

“Well, I’m glad you made it up here.”

“How the hell did you end up in Cleveland? Weren’t you on your way to California?”

He remembered something about me! He was listening!

“Yeah, I was going to go out there for a change, but I found something different right here.”

“Really? What?”

As I looked into his eyes, I realized he really didn’t know I was hot for him. What amazed me was that he still wanted to hang out with me.

“You, silly.”

I pushed his arm gently.

“Oh. You mean…” His voice trailed off as it dawned on him what was about to happen.

“Yeah. That. Us. Soon. Bedroom?”

“You speak poetry beautifully yourself.”

Unable to wait any longer, I slid across the couch. My hands touched his stomach as our heads moved closer together. Time slowed. I stared into his eyes. He peered into mine. When our lips met, bliss washed over my entire body. His kiss was soft, thoughtful, forceful and wet – all in the exact right amounts as if he was a chef of sex.

I pulled back. It was too fucking intense. The music was moving around the room as colors as well as sounds. My past receded into the deep, dark recesses of my mind. All that mattered to me was the moment and what was about to happen next. After the kiss, we both understood on an instinctual level we were going to go farther with each other. He stood up.

“Follow me,” he said seriously then began to walk in a ridiculous fashion across the room.

Laughter had never been a part of sex for me – at least not like it was going down. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but I didn’t care. We miraculously made it to his bedroom, which reminded me of a comfortable womb, a nest, or maybe a hobbit hole. It was cozy and perfectly suited for a mix of mind expanding drugs and sexual energy.

The music followed us from the living room, but it was fainter, almost like we were backstage at a concert. In my mind, I giggled at the thought of sleeping with a pretend Moby, some musician I’d never heard of before. Xander undressed in front of me as if it was the most natural thing in the world for us to be naked together in his bedroom. I took off mine as well.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

“What’s wrong?” A look of worry swept over his face.

“Do you have a condom?” I paused. “Or two?”

He laughed, which caused me to laugh.

“Yeah, I do. A few.”

“Are we going to rhyme all night?”

“Who knows? We might.”

I pressed my naked body against his and kissed him again. We were about to have sex, but it was on another level entirely. I’d only known him a few weeks, but with the magic mushrooms in my body, it was like we’d known each other for many different lifetimes. The sexual energy quickly built up in the cozy bedroom, sending us to the bed.

“Freshly washed sheets. I love that…” I said, my pupils dilated and my eyes wide open.

“I was hoping you’d come over after the rendition?”

“Yeah?”

He nodded.

“I was hoping you’d ask me over.”

Our lips barely touched, but it was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. His hands, skilled from years of typing and writing, roamed over my body. Writers make the best lovers… I thought as I explored the pleasure floating through me like it was a physical thing I could touch. As we explored our bodies as if for the very first time, the buzz really began to kick in.

His cock seemed strange in my hand, but as I stroked it, I saw pleasure wash over his face. Every tiny expression he made was relayed via my brain to my fingers, which adjusted the tugs to optimize his happiness. As it got harder, he touched me between the legs.

His touch was soft and gentle but knowing. He somehow hit all the right spots. Is he studying my facial expressions? I wondered briefly. Soon, I couldn’t hold a single thought together. My mind flooded with feelings and emotions, all of them good. A tingling sensation spread through my body, centered on my clitoris.

Every time his skin brushed the little, pink nub, I moaned. A virtuoso, he played me like an instrument. With the buzz going strong, I sometimes forgot where his body ended and my started. We were just cells. And they were touching. It was primal. Instinctual. Pleasure filled. His lips moved to mine. This kiss lasted longer. Meanwhile, our hands continued to follow instructions, pleasuring the other person. At some point, I wanted more. A sixty-nine seemed like the best solution.

“Get on your back,” I said.

He obeyed. When he was stretched out, I straddled his body, my pussy poised over his face. I moved my hips back and forth, settling into my position. My breasts pressed against his stomach. While he didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t flabby. Even more interesting to me was his cock, which was waving back and forth slightly as I stared at it. It mesmerized me. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his eager and willing mouth. Once again, our bodies became one.

The drugs made me forget we were two separate people for just a moment or two. It was exhilarating and liberating at the same time. As his tongue and lips explored every inch of my pink flesh, I moved my head closer to his thick, mushroom head. It wasn’t a micro-penis, but it was small compared to some of the other ones I’d sucked. This will be a breeze, I thought as I lowered my mouth toward the tip, which was slick and wet with precum already.

It tasted natural as his cock slipped between my lips. The ‘shrooms made every single sensation more intense as I slid all the way down to the bottom of his smooth shaft. At the same time, his tongue touched every crack and crevice it could find. And I mean every single one. Wherever it made contact with my skin, pleasure followed. The only music that mattered anymore was the sound of us breathing. Our breaths came faster and faster as we both got pushed toward an orgasm.